Don't give up on me.

TWENTY SECOND

Being deprived of feelings and most of the emotions drains a heart. If it only knows anger and grief, it would never be able to decipher what other feelings are. Zayan did not feel, or he didn't know when he was. His heart had been deprived of emotions, positive emotions that is and had only been confined to negativities of life.

For as long as he could remember, he had only felt grief, sadness and anger. So much anger that when he was eighteen, his supposed father sent him to Anger management classes. That helped a little but not as much as he had been expecting. He used to break things, curse and even beat people to bloody pulp when angry. That hadn't changed much but at least he didn't beat them now.

His highschool life had been a mess because of that. He never had any friends, anyone who tried getting too friendly, he would snap and then there would be blood all over that person's body. He didn't even hesitate to punch his head master once. And then there came a time when people were so afraid of him that when he walked through hallways, there wouldn't be a singl soul wandering there. People who didn't fear teacher, would stop talking when he entered the class.

Only Atesh was able to break through his shell because he was just as messed up as he was. He had been a part of small gang back then when they both met. And he never hesitated to beat the shit out of Zayan when he went overboard, and that was what brought them together. When he was handed over his father's gang on a silver fucking platter, he had tried his best to deny it but he did not have any power.

His father seemed linient but there was no one more cruel than him. He had killed so many people right in front of Zayan's eyes, people who didn't deserve that kind of fate, who were innocent. He had slaughtered families and he was one crazy psycopath.

If Zayan was crazy, then his father was king of lunatics. Many times, he had been reported in newspapers, the headlines showing how Faris Helmy, the big bad Egyptian mafia boss had been accused of murder, theft, slaughter of families. But never had he ever been taken to jail. No one had ever been able to even hurt a fly around him. Because he had power.

As much as Zayan Helmy hated his father, he admired his bravery. Faris always had a smile on his face whenever he had cuffs around his wrists, he always waved at the reporters when he was escorted to police's cars. He never feared and that would be his downnfall. Zayan was just waiting for the day when he would put a bullet through his father's fucked up head, he was counting days when he would lower his father's rotten body in to the ground and nothing would please him beyond that.

It was his goal in life, his mission. He wanted to cut open his father and watch him bleed, see the blood staining the expensive floors around him. He considered himself a god, he liked the power. And Zayan would be the one to take that from him. he would snatch the ground from beneath his feet and see him tumble down to hell.

That would be his peace, his light in darkness, his everything.

As a child, his mother used to tell him that every human was born to search for the reason they were born, they had to search for the ultimate goal for which God had created them. And when Zayan had his first kill, when he had put a bullet in that man's chest at fourteen, he had found his goal. He had found that he was born to kill faris Helmy. God had created him to wipe away the existance of human form of Satan.

And he would do it.

And when he heard those words leaving her mouth, he was furious. She had said that he didn't care. He did not care? He was the only one who fucking cared.

Zayan stared at the sleeping face of this woman, who had been driven in to the world of chaos. She said he didn't care. In fact he cared too much. He cared about everything and everyone around him, that's why they were alive today. She thought she had run from Domenico Reccuglia, what a joke. He had only let her go because Zayan Helmy cared, he had not cut her open because Zayan cared, he had not taken her to his house and made her a part of his harem because she was associated with Zayan Helmy.